Abscission

...a lovely pure vision

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             Let the lavender sleep
                    behind my ears
	         arrange my prayers
	      in atmospheres
	  where heartless hearts
	 can’t speak in tongues
	of abstract arts
	and a yearning sun
          of warmth and love
          God’s gift from above
	          while I try to explain
	        to the tree without pain
	        her tattered branches
	  she’s taking her chances
	on my sentimentalities
       and casual realities
	 cards that were written
	  from here to Great Britain
	     as I pondered her shedding
	          and nature’s great letting
	             all around me I clung
	             wishing to be among
		   a new family so near
	          would they ever appear
	       choose me to acquaint
            despite their restraint
	 hanging onto a dream
        to be seen as more
             than a far away shore
              So I looked at the leaves
                on the ground of thieves
            who stole life’s essence 
  and meaningful presence
in cordial exchanges
never meant for the ages
    and gathered them all
        in the grandeur of fall
            holding them close 
           to my season of
                         abscission
                 a 
		 
                 lovely 
			
		     pure 
	
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